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ashley stands in front of him, closing the 7 year distance between them. her strong gaze that used to burn through him a minute ago softened up and a single tear decided to escape her tear ducts. “you shouldn’t have come… you jerk.” her words broke into a bitter whisper, but her actions proved otherwise. ashley gently leaned towards him, bringing him into an embrace too familiar to her that it only brought more distraught in her heart than happiness. yes, she was happy, but happiness did not mask the fact that they will never be the same again. even then, her best friend never forgot her. what more could she ask for?
Looking back at the more distant past was like trying to make anything out of the blurred shapes coated by the fog, but certain pieces of that retrospective montage were — very often unfortunately — indelible. Just like that one day when the proverbial house of cards collapsed, fatally and leaving no hope for potential retrieval. Maybe it was just him not wanting to see a sufficient solution and remedy for the caused damage, maybe it really was that unrecoverable. He never figured it out, and he never dared to ditch his personal trammels in order to seek the answer. What he deemed irrefutable at the time was that the word hate wasn’t enough to encompass the feelings Ashley must’ve been bearing toward him. Jiyong, on the other hand, felt nothing. He was hollowed out, numb. For better or for worse.
Thus it came across as quite a shocker to sense something like a heart pang whenever he came upon her name anywhere or rediscovered old printed out pictures he kept in a cardboard box along with other palpable memoirs. And, ironically for a present-centered pragmatic like him, he had gathered an abundant collection of those. Many times he considered reducing them to ashes, as though it would also burn out the vivid images in his head, but he could never bring himself to do so. Saying he did enjoy flipping through those pictures capturing what was worth remembering was that kind of a confession he wouldn’t make even at gunpoint.
Getting sentimental over more positive excerpts was obviously a more affable experience than dilating upon the downs they had gone through, especially that unforgettable day when they saw each other for the last time. The events were progressing too rapidly then, as if they were put on fast-forward. It was filled with shouting, mostly one-sided. He didn’t muster up the courage to utter a single word and besides that he deemed this trial pointless. Ashley’s terrifying outburst wasn’t baseless and he thought it would be eternally enduring. That’s why her initiating the first meeting after the years made him plunge into an erratic kaleidoscope of emotions.
His indifference is merely a mask which shatters when he hears her voice, now in person. The corners of his lips twitch, gathering the strength to form a smile that would at least pass as genuine, but instead there’s a frail grimace of indecisiveness lingering on his perplexed face. He only snorts at her little remark; everything he wants to stutter out gets stuck in his larynx. Jiyong is uptight like never. His jaw clenches due to the inward tension he’s trying to surmount. When Ashley approaches him, he feels like some sickly prey who knows too well a way out is nonexistent. And again he wants to blurt out something, anything, but he stays rooted and silent. The forced confidence he has walked in with has perished.
As ridiculous as it may sound, Jiyong holds a small assumption that any minute he can get a welcoming package in form of a burning slap or a punch. He wouldn’t say he doesn’t deserve it.
Being so submerged in these multiplying speculations on what’s to come, it takes him a while to realize there’s hardly any distance between them. He stares at Ashley like a deer in headlights and finally his mouth writhes into something resembling a beam, a bittersweet one. “Do you want me to leave?” The question rolls off his tongue with a facetious undertone yet there’s a thick layer of seriousness underneath. However, he doesn’t want to leave. Not at all. With her arms around him, for a second he isn’t sure what to do with his. Eventually he hugs her back, tenderly. And it feels like home, and simultaneously strange. It’s been so long, perhaps too long. “I missed you. I really did,” Jiyong murmurs lowly, almost hushed as he subtly pulls her closer. The moment he thought would never happen was worth this seemingly endless wait. But here they are.